When I wasn’t yours

Under this yellow tint, let me relive it once

A Time When

There was a time when
Princess was more than a term
I felt more alive than numb

Mannequin

The rear view mirror only shows
Dark alleys and broken tail lights

Crimson

All the thoughts, actions and words

Are colored in shades of crimson red

Time

All I wanted was for time to slow its pace,

Yet, it flew and flew, and took everything away.

Those Times…

Those times…
The bittersweet lies we forged,
And kept close to our hearts,
Knowing they would fall apart

How Little Can We Depend Upon Time

The hope, and the thirst still remains,
Somehow, we wish for the same again,